d and let me walk out of the Ghostly Path completely.I let out a breath, just about to ask for directions, when I saw him raise the giant axe again and bring it down in a single blow!The biting wind s...He led me out, asking as he went, "How long does it take to make an antidote"

I secretly glanced at Mu Wanchen, thinking to myself: I've repaid his kindness with kindness, he should let me go home now, right There aren't many doctors as noble and dedicated as him these days!

"This antidote isn't difficult to make, I can have it ready soon, but I don't know where the trafficker threw my medical kit. It was full of supplies for disaster relief—" I replied quickly.

Who knew that the middle-aged couple following us immediately looked wary upon hearing me mention human traffickers, and asked: "Lord Shaman, is this woman an outsider!"

Mu Wanchen hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly.

The middle-aged man and woman immediately hugged their child and said, "We don't want outsiders to treat him!! Let's find Lian Long!"

Mu Wanchen didn't say anything. He calmly addressed the two middle-aged men and women: "Lian Long is at the damaged formation in Youpo. Go quickly."

The middle-aged man and woman immediately grabbed the child and ran away, giving me a hard glare.

... out of the blue.

I tossed the small wooden stick in my hand and sniffed, "Even a child is suffering like this, yet they're afraid I, an outsider, would be clumsy They even find me objectionable..."

Mu Wanchen did not answer me, but asked: "What kind of poison is this"

I went white as a sheet and said, “It’s just food poisoning... This kind of thing happens often during natural disasters or man-made crises. It's not unusual. With food shortages now, children are naive and may have eaten something that causes poisoning. Just induce vomiting and administer an antidote immediately.”

Mù Wǎn Chén turned around and said, "Hurry up."

He was tall and broad, yet remarkably agile. He darted through the labyrinthine doorways and corridors with ease.

And I walked with great pain, the area below my navel, where the dantian is located, where essence and qi are stored, always transmitted a kind of indescribable pain.

I clutched my stomach, carefully lifting each foot over the high threshold while looking around to avoid hitting my head on the protruding stalagmites.

This palace, winding its way up the mountainside, was eerie. There were entire walls of copper mirrors embedded in some of the corners, making it seem like figures would flash past. It was impossible to tell where they disappeared to... If you didn't stick close to him, it was very easy to get lost.

"You... you walk slower, okay" I couldn't help but jog a few steps to catch up.

Perhaps this is a symptom of Stockholm syndrome.

In this strange, dreamlike place, the people around me wear peculiar clothing and regard me, a stranger, with unusual suspicion. For now, I can only rely on him.

I unconsciously reached out to grab his sleeve.

When his fingers grasped the fabric on his forearm, he could distinctly feel his muscles tense instantly.

I withdrew my hand, looking at him helplessly.

What's wrong with him touching that

It's impossible, he's already on top of me, I wouldn't have such a strong reaction, what is he rejecting He doesn't think I'm "a virgin" and not worthy of him, does he This is textbook late-stage male chauvinism!

At this thought, I was so angry that my face felt hot.

"What are you doing" he asked me.

"...I can't keep up with you." I said, looking down at my feet.

"Save him, hurry up." His tone was so indifferent it made one's teeth grind, not a shred of please in his demeanor.

I really want to punch him! Hurry up, but that also depends on if I can run faster.

How many women can walk gracefully and skip happily even under strange pain

This place is narrow and steep, with lots of maze-like side paths and extra high thresholds! How can I get through quickly

"The threshold here is too high and steep, I can't go fast." I simply stood still and didn't move.

This person is unreasonable and I can't expect him to treat me well.

"You don't want the medicine chest anymore" he asked coldly.

"Don't bother! Anyway, they don't want me to treat them. Let them find someone else!" I scoffed.

He stood with his arms crossed, looking down at me: “Don’t you want your identification anymore”

Proof, ID!

As soon as I think of my ID card, student card, driver's license...

"Think, think!" I nodded readily, without a shred of dignity. The medicine chest could be left behind, but the documents were absolutely essential.

"Then hurry up, I don't have time to dawdle with you!" He didn't know what came over him, inexplicably bringing a touch of anger.

Scumbag, snake essence, brutal, bandit, not a human being, straight male cancer... I stared at his back and labeled him one by one.

Soon, I found myself following him down the stone corridor again. It wound its way upwards, each alcove along the way containing a window that was shut.

"Shall we go back to that room" I couldn't help but slow my pace.

"... What's wrong" He stood two steps in front of me, tilting his head slightly to look at me, his voice cold.

A chill wind blew past me from behind, like something cold was crawling up my leg.

"Ah!!" I lunged forward, clutching his sleeve, and asked in a terrified voice, "That ghost appeared again—" tell me, he's so old... a thousand-year-old monster. He's had his glory and lived through so many years, what else is he unsatisfied with You said the lifespan of a witch king is about three to five...